What It Means To Be A God

The void realm trembled as the shattered fragments of the scythe dissolved into nothingness. For a moment, the infinite darkness was replaced by a dazzling array of shimmering lights, like stars being born in a dying universe. The cries of trapped souls turned into harmonious hymns, echoing with gratitude as their forms grew clearer. Gods and beings of immense power regained their shapes—majestic, fearsome, and divine.

And then, the system spoke.

[System Notification: You have destroyed a catalyst of power, belonging to the Duke of Darkness. You have been marked.]

Nathan blinked, his heart skipping a beat at the ominous message, but he shoved it aside. "I'll deal with that later."

The Cosmic Deer and the World-Devouring Leech stood before him, no longer bound by the weapon. Their ethereal auras burned brightly, a testament to their regained freedom. The Deer stepped forward first, its constellations glowing softly as it lowered its head.